Once upon a time, in the desert…
There’s complete silence in the midday-heat, only the dry grass under your hoofs is giving off a somewhat distinct sound. We are walking, side by side, until we stop and take a rest. It is calm, almost lonely, but I’m happy and thankful to have you by my side, because your monotone breathing is like a mantra we both follow. You know the way, you lead us home. Thank you for being there.
What expensive jewelry or gemstone could ever come close to your beauty, which human being could ever excel your grace. You don’t ask for much to be happy. Trust, food and a safe place to return to – that’s all you need. In your presence, worries lose their importance, under your lead, I never lose sight of the path before me. You are strength, lightness and peace.
Any time that people fought each other, your brothers had to suffer. And yet, they stood true, side by side with the humans who cared for them. Did your brothers ever have a choice? Some might say, they were suppressed, hurt and broken. But there are stories of humans, who suffered so much under a broken heart from the pain they had to inflict on their most honest companions, that they died from it – like their horses.
Girls love you and your brothers and sisters. They dream of you, draw you, talk to you. Perhaps, they understand you the best. They look up to you, marvel at your beauty and purity. Many of these girls never lose this unconditional love towards your kind. You always stay special, fully unique for them. For me.
Man and horse – a millenium and more of history connects us, an eternal bond. We belong together and it will always stay that way. Man and horse.